W. IV - Honor Bound 05 - The Honor of Spies

On the SAA Lodestar, he had planned his first move. He would call von Tresmarck's home. If he was home, he would tell him first that no one was to know he was in Uruguay, and then to come to the casino hotel and to his suite. If he wasn't home, he would tell Inge--calling her "Frau von Tresmarck"; he was here on duty--to call her husband at the embassy, and tell him the same thing.

She will learn I'm here, and certainly hasn't forgotten what happened the last time I was. She will wonder if it's going to happen again. But since I didn't greet her charmingly, she will wonder if "Frau von Tresmarck" is in some kind of trouble. There is a certain appeal in making Inge a bit uneasy.

That plan fell apart from the start. There was no listing in the telephone book for the von Tresmarck residence. He knew it was in the neighborhood of Carrasco. He'd been there, but he wasn't sure exactly where it was, and he didn't want to get in a taxi and ride up and down streets looking for it.

There was nothing to do but call the German Embassy. The possibility existed that either the Uruguayan authorities or the gottverdammt OSS--or both--had tapped the embassy lines. But after thinking it over, von Deitzberg realized he had no choice.

A female answered the telephone.

"Senor von Tresmarck, please," von Deitzberg asked in Spanish.

"I'm sorry. El Senor von Tresmarck is not available."

"Perhaps he's at home. Could you give me that number, please?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't do that."

He switched to German: "Herr von Tresmarck is an old friend."

So did she: "I'm sorry, Mein Herr, I can't give out home numbers of embassy officers."

"Connect me with Herr Forster, please."

Von Deitzberg didn't want to talk to Forster either, but again realized he had no choice.

Konrad Forster, who was diplomatically accredited to the Republic of Uruguay as the commercial attache of the embassy, was actually Hauptsturmfuhrer Forster of the Geheime Staatspolizei of the Sicherheitsdienst. His mission was to report on the activities of Ambassador Joachim Schulker and of course on Sturmbannfuhrer Werner von Tresmarck, who was officially the embassy security officer. Reports on the latter went directly to the office of the Reichsfuhrer-SS, which normally meant to the desk of First Deputy Adjutant von Deitzberg.

But I'm not there. And if Forster reports that I'm in Montevideo and it comes to the attention of Himmler--as it almost certainly will--the Reichsfuhrer will wonder what I'm doing here when I'm supposed to be blowing up airplanes in Buenos Aires at the specific order of Der Fuhrer.

"Forster speaking."

"Konrad, this is Manfred," von Deitzberg said in German.

"Who?"

"The last time we saw one another was when you were being interviewed for your present assignment."

"Excuse me?"

"Listen to what I just said, and think, you Trottel !" von Deitzberg snapped.

After a long moment, Forster said, "Herr Brig--"

"Do not use my name!" von Deitzberg interrupted.

"Yes, sir."

"I'm in town unexpectedly, and I don't want anyone to know. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Get in your car and drive to the Carrasco casino--"

"Right now?"

"No, a week from Thursday! You are trying my patience, Forster."

"Yes, sir."

"Drive your car--drive yourself in your personal car--into the basement garage. Come up to the lobby. I will be there reading a newspaper. Do not recognize me. Once you have seen that I have seen you, go back to the garage. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

Von Deitzberg hung up.

Forster came into the lobby of the casino twenty-five minutes later.

He was a slight man in his early thirties who wore his black hair slicked down and just long enough to part. He wore wire-framed glasses, the lenses of which were round. The result was that he looked very much like Heinrich Himmler.

Forster did as he was ordered. He looked around the lobby, saw von Deitzberg, and then when he was sure von Deitzberg had seen him, turned and walked back to the elevator.

Von Deitzberg waited several minutes, then took the stairway to the basement garage. Forster was nowhere in sight, but a minute later the headlights of a small Opel sedan flashed. Von Deitzberg walked to the car and got in.

"You took long enough to get here, Forster," von Deitzberg greeted him.

"Herr Brigadefuhrer--"

"Do not use my name or rank," von Deitzberg interrupted him.

"--I had to go to my home to get my personal car, sir."

"I am here on a confidential mission for Reichsfuhrer-SS Himmler," von Deitzberg said. "I am using the name and identity credentials of an ethnic Argentine named Jorge Schenck. I will use that name if I ever have to contact you again. You will tell no one I am here."

"Yes, sir."

"Now, where is von Tresmarck?"

"In Paraguay, sir."

Von Deitzberg thought: What the hell is that degenerate sonofabitch up to? Then he said: "What's he doing in Paraguay?"

"It was in my report to the Reichsfuhrer-SS, sir. Von Tresmarck said he was on a mission for you."

"I didn't see your report," von Deitzberg said. "I was on another mission for the Reichsfuhrer-SS."

Actually, I was on a gottverdammt submarine.

"Actually, Konrad"-- This should impress you, you jackass --"this mission is of such importance and the necessity for secrecy is such that I was transported to Argentina by U-boat. Obviously, I was unable to get your reports while aboard the submarine."

"I understand, Herr Br . . . Schenck, you said?"

"Schenck, Jorge Schenck," von Deitzberg furnished. "Don't forget that again!"

He let that sink in, then asked, "Von Tresmarck told you nothing more specific than he was on a mission for me?"

"That was all he told me, sir."

"Good," von Deitzberg said. "Sometimes he talks too much. The question then becomes: 'Which Paraguayan mission is he working on?' Did he travel alone?"

No, of course he didn't. And he and that goddamned whore I had marry him aren't anywhere near Paraguay. They, and God alone knows how much of the confidential special fund's assets, are in Brazil or Bolivia.

"Yes, sir."

"Then Frau von Tresmarck is here?"

"Yes, sir, as far as I know."

"As far as you know? She either is or she is not. Which is it?"

"I saw Frau von Tresmarck yesterday, sir. Sturmbannfuhrer von Tresmarck went to Paraguay twelve days ago, sir."

Inge didn't go?

Then what's he up to in Paraguay?

A little vacation with a homosexual lover?

"I'm sure she will be able to shed some light on the situation," von Deitzberg said. "What I want you to do now, Forster, is go to her home. Tell her I am here, impress upon her the need for secrecy, and then tell her to drive here to the casino garage, park her car, and then go to suite 308."

"May I suggest, Herr Schenck, that perhaps there would be more security if I drove you to the von Tresmarck home?"

"I considered that, of course. One of the problems is that I would have to return here eventually. That would mean either you or Frau von Tresmarck would have to drive me, and we might be seen together. This way . . ."

"Of course. I should have considered that."

"Yes, Forster, you should have. Now get going."

"Jawohl, Herr Schenck."

[THREE]

The knock came at the door of suite 308 forty-five minutes later.

"Finally!" von Deitzberg snapped.

He had spent the last fifteen minutes--he had estimated that it should take Inge no longer than thirty minutes from the time Forster had left the casino to get there from her home; wherever it was, it wasn't far--considering the very real possibility that she wasn't going to come at all. That as soon as she got her orders from Forster and he left, she had departed for parts unknown with whatever confidential special fund cash von Tresmarck had left behind when he went to Paraguay--if he actually had gone to Paraguay. And considering his options if that indeed proved to be the case.